I have chosen this title because as I mentioned before, all the signs in Canada are in both French and English. I had great fun reading the French parts to see if I could still understand the language.

So.... our destination for the day, the last day of our holiday, was St Jacobs, also in the province of Ontario. It is the Canadian Mennonite/ Amish area, and it is very charming. But before we got to St Jacobs, Rod wanted to show us the last remaining covered bridge in Ontario. As we drove along, the countryside was looking very Pennsylvania - like with it's fields of healthy corn plants, and the capacious barns with their companion silos, waiting for the next crop to be harvested. I loved seeing these fertile areas.

. I believe they're called Kissing Bridges because smooching couples cannot be seen inside! This one was much nicer than the bridge we saw at Lancaster, Penn. It spans the Grand River, in which the second and third Christadelphians in Canada were baptised, not to mention others who followed. They were not baptised at this location, though.

The area surrounding the bridge was just delightful, with acres of green grass, old homes, and the cutest little old shop, just over the bridge. The shop was run by a Mennonite lady in traditional garb, with a white muslin cap. There were fresh-baked yummies in the shop, cooked, the lady said, by some girls out the back. Linda bought a Dutch apple pie for dinner that night. Rod bought a half-dozen butter tarts with raisins in them. They were incredibly sinful and incredibly delicious! We took some shots of a few photo-worthy sights around that spot.

We drove through some more cornfields, and checked the houses to see if they were Mennonite or not. The Mennonite ones don't have electric wires running to the house. In view of their strictness, I found it quite strange that one of their biggest crops is tobacco. Odd. Soon we came to St Jacob's, just in time for lunch. I opted for a light lunch of soup, seeing we were having visitors to dinner, and it looked like a big meal was looming

. Because of Linda having to prepare dinner, we were'nt able to spend much time here. It was a quaint town, and as I keep saying, I wish I'd had more time to look around. We did manage an hour, though. I scouted around trying to find suitable presents to take home, while John browsed in a book shop.

Our guests arrived at 6pm - Bill and Jane Waters, who we'd met at Toronto West previously. Bill and Marion had highly recommended their company, and Linda had invited them to dinner on this, our last night in Toronto. We had a delicious dinner, and fortunately were able to serve ourselves - meaning I didn't have to eat another ENORMOUS meal, which had been quite frequent on this holiday, [but not at the Ghents]. By the way, the Dutch apple pie was very well made and delicious.

It was lovely to spend some time getting to know Bill and Jane - they are a very nice couple.It was a very happy evening, tinged with sadness because of our impending departure the next day.

PS: I still can't define the difference between the Amish and the Mennonites!PSS: The title means " in the country".